His Precious Mate

I awake with a groan, even after a full night’s sleep I feel mentally and physically drained. The nightmares have come back. I thought I was through with them. Apparently, seeing the man who almost took your life will bring them back. I have been off work for two years now, after being in an accident at work. I’m a truck driver, not your typical career for a woman, but what can I say? I love driving. I might as well get paid for it. As I get out of bed to make myself a coffee, my phone rings. I don’t even have to look at the screen to know it’s my boyfriend calling me. “Good morning my love” I said. “It’s about time you got up. Always sleeping in and doing f*ck all with your days as I’m killing myself at work” Typical greeting from my boyfriend, Anthony. Since the accident, I have had multiple surgeries on my spleen, and none of them have actually helped me with the pain. The pain has been constant for two years now, and since I hate showing weakness, you wouldn’t even be able to tell. Which is why my boyfriend doesn’t believe me. He’s always accusing me of abusing the system to get paid while I stay home and do “nothing”. “I’m sorry I had trouble sleeping last night, I had nightmares again and my stomach really hurt.” I explained. “You always have an excuse for yourself. You’re pathetic. Make sure the laundry and all your chores are done when I get home. That includes dinner.” He spat as he hung up the phone. I sighed, tired of having to deal with his bad mood. As I pour my coffee and look through my social media, I see a job offer for house sitting. The pay looks fine, and the house is located a few hours away from here. I currently live in Montreal, and the house is in St-John's, New Brunswick. Moving to another province would mean a chance at starting over. Starting fresh somewhere nobody knows who I am, exactly what I need right now. I note down the phone number and decide to call. “Mr Miller’s phone” a man answered. “Hello, my name is Lianna. I was calling regarding the offer for house sitting. I was wondering if the position was still available? I would be interested.” I asked. “Yes it is, do you live close to here? When would you be available to meet?” He inquired. “I do not. Would a video call be alright with you? I have a lot of availability this week.” I said, hoping it wouldn’t be a problem. “We could do a video call. I’ll speak with my wife as to when would be the best time for her. I’ll call you back shortly.” “Yes absolutely, I will be waiting for your call. Thank you.” I hung up the phone. Hoping to get news from him soon. I finished the rest of my coffee, put on some music and started my chores. Starting with the vacuuming, I slowly made my way through my morning. I never understood how much hair my dog could lose and not end up hairless. I then moved on to my dishes. Just as I was drying off the last plate, my phone rang. I hurried and answered. “Hello.” I said “Hello Ms Lianna, this is John Miller. We spoke early today.” He said. “Yes, Mr Miller, I assume you have verified with your wife about the video call?” I asked, hoping that I would have the position. “Yes, would you be available around 3 o’clock this afternoon?” He questioned. “Absolutely, I will be ready.” I said, with a little more energy than I would’ve liked. I didn’t want to seem too dependent on the job. “Great, we will talk to you then.” He said as he hung up the phone. Time seemed to creep by as the time of the call approached. I started getting ready at a quarter past two. I took a quick shower to wash my hair, which hadn’t been brushed or been out of my bun for the last 4 days. After blowing it out, I decided to keep it down, and applied a little make-up to make me look a little more alive than I actually felt. As a truck driver, I did not have a lot of professional clothing. Since it was a video call, I figured it would not be a problem to wear jeans. I then picked out a nice tank top. The bottom was black silk with pink and white flowers printed on it. While the top half was made of black lace. I topped it off with a black blazer, and I was good to go.